Actually started this book a few days ago. I'm enjoying it a lot more the second time around. This book seems to fall into some sickly sweet moments - I'll be reading along, enjoying the story, and suddenly I'm like, seriously, Deborah? A white dove? And it flies in at the opportune moment? And proceeds to execute all sorts of meaningful symbolism? I know I should be able to suspend my disbelief, but just ugh.
— Aug 13, 2014 05:37AM
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